120 Miles Poem by Lindsay King

Well you did it again
And I’m the fool
You never really could commit
It doesn’t matter
How good I could have
Been for you
You’re poison to me
And turning away
Is the only remedy
Only I’m
120 miles
Away from home

Three dollars
To my name
Empty tank of gas
I’m going insane
‘Cause I just now realized
That I’m in this alone
You’re not going to
Bail me out
You’re not going to
See this through
It’s the pure definition
Of breaking up
Only you were never mine
To begin with

So I have a headache
That hurts like hell
And my face is peeling
From all the dried tears
The sun is setting
The shadows are more defined
I guess I really am crazy
‘Cause even though
I am royally screwed
There’s something relieving
In knowing that
I am 120 miles
Away from you

I’m spontaneous and sporadic
I never think anything through
I’m stuck in this mess
Without a helping hand
Without you
It’s somewhat comforting
To be this far away
‘Cause then its like
You don’t exist
I want you to disappear
Like so many others
Do when they’re deserted
Maybe someone else
Is out there
Feeling the way
I am

120 miles
Isn’t far enough
And never will be